The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe (1988) s01e02 Episode Script

1
And what pray, are you?
Erm
My name's Edmund.
Is that how you address a queen?
I beg your pardon,
I didn't know.
Your Majesty.
Not know the Queen of Narnia?
You shall know
us better hereafter.
Well! Answer my
question, what are you?
Please, Your Majesty, I
don't know what you mean.
I'm at school, at least I was.
It's the holidays now.
But what are you? What are you?!
Are you a great overgrown
dwarf that has cut off its beard?
Oh, no, Your Majesty.
I've never had a
beard. I'm a boy.
A boy!
Do you mean you
are a son of Adam?
I see you are an idiot,
whatever else you may be!
Answer my question once and
for all or I shall lose my patience!
Are you human?
Oh, yes, Your Majesty.
And how, pray, did you
come to enter my dominions?
Please, Your Majesty, I
came in through the wardrobe.
What do you mean?
I Just opened the door and
found myself here, Your Majesty.
A door! A door from
the world of men.
I have heard of such things.
This may wreck all!
He's only one,
easily dealt with.
Ha!
Yet he might know something.
My poor child.
How cold you look.
Come. Sit by me on my sledge
and I will wrap a mantle around you.
And we will talk.
Mr. Tumnus?
Mr. Tumnus!
Y Lucy!
How brave of you to come back.
Come in, come in.
Do you feel a little better?
Perhaps something hot to
drink. Should you like that?
Oh. Yes, please.
- Your Majesty.
- Hmm.
Ahh! You like it?
Oh, yes, Your Majesty.
It makes me feel warm,
right down to my toes.
But it is dull, son of Adam,
to drink without eating.
What would you like to
eat best in all the world?
- Turkish delight.
- Turkish delight it shall be.
- Delicious?
- Mm!
Good!
But this is a cold
place for talking.
Let us adjourn.
Come.
And the White Witch has done
nothing to you for letting me go?
Hasn't done a thing, which can
only mean she hasn't found out.
What can be the
matter with her spies?
Unless You don't think they've
been waiting for me to come back?
To catch both of us?
Now, son of Adam,
I am eager to
know all about you.
You are here alone? There
are no others with you?
I'm not sure, Your Majesty.
I have this sister. Well, in fact I
have a brother and two sisters.
Two, three, four Four?!
Mm.
And where are they,
these other three humans?
Can't say for sure.
One of them - Lucy - you
see, nobody believed her
when she told us she'd been
here and had tea with a faun.
Anyway, we're the only ones in the whole
human world who know anything about
What do you call it? Narnia.
Four of them.
The prophecy of Cair Paravel.
It's all gone.
- What?
- I could eat twice as much!
Son of Adam, I should so much
like to see your brother and sisters.
You must bring them to me.
All right. I'll try.
Because if you
brought them to me,
I should give you
more Turkish delight.
Oh, give it to me now!
But I can't!
The magic will work only once.
It would be another matter if you
were in my house. My magic house.
I want to go there now. I
want more Turkish delight!
It is a lovely place, my house.
Except for one thing.
I have no children.
I would so much like a
nice boy I could bring up
as a prince.
He would be King of
Narnia when I'm gone.
He would wear a gold crown
and eat Turkish delight all day long.
And as you are much the cleverest and
handsomest young man I have ever met,
I wish to make you the Prince
when you bring the
others to visit me.
Why can't we go there now?
Oh, but if I took you there now, I
shouldn't see your brother and sisters!
You must have
courtiers and nobles!
I will make your brother a Duke
and your sisters Duchesses.
I shouldn't bother. There's
nothing special about them.
I could bring them another time?
But once in my house
you will forget everything!
No! No, no, no, no, no, no.
You must go back to your own country
now and come to me another day.
With them.
Otherwise
But I don't even know the
way back to my own country.
Why, that is easy.
Do you see that lamp?
I think somewhere beyond that lamp lies the
world of men and now look the other way.
- Do you see those two hills?
- Yes.
My house is between those hills.
So, next time remember,
lamppost, wood, hills, my house.
But you must bring the others with you. I
might have to be very angry if you came alone.
And by the way, don't
tell the others about me.
Make it a lovely surprise.
If your sister has met
one of those fauns,
she may have heard
nasty stories about me
that might make
them afraid to come.
Fauns will say
anything, you know.
So, let's keep it a secret.
Can't I have just one piece of
Turkish delight to eat on my way home?
No!
No.
You must wait till next time.
Just think how
good it will taste then.
Next time!
Next ti-i-i-i-ime!
Edmund!
You got in too!
Isn't it wonderful?
All right, you were right.
It is a magic wardrobe.
I'll say I'm sorry if you like.
But where on earth have you been?
I've been looking everywhere for you.
With Mr. Tumnus the faun,
and the White Witch has done
nothing to him for letting me go,
so perhaps perhaps everything
is going to be all right after all.
The White Witch? Who's she?
A perfectly terrible person.
She calls herself the Queen of
Narnia although she has no right to,
and all the fauns and
dryads and naiads and dwarfs
and other animals - at
least all the nice ones -
simply hate her.
She does all kinds
of horrible things!
This is her doing.
She made a magic so it
is always winter in Narnia.
Always winter but
never Christmas.
What does this witch look like?
She drives about on a sleigh
with a crown on her head and
her magic wand in her hand.
Lucy
who told you all this
stuff about a White Witch?
Mr. Tumnus the faun.
Oh. Well, you know
fauns, they'll say anything.
Can't believe what they say.
- Who said so?
- Everybody knows that.
Ask anybody you like.
Edmund, I am glad
you got in there too.
The others will have to believe in
Narnia now that both of us have been there.
- Won't it be fun?
- Fun for you.
I'll have to admit, before all
the others, that you were right.
And I suppose they'll be on the side of the
fauns and the dryads and those whatsits.
Well, whose side could you be on?
They're the only people we know there.
You look awful, Edmund. You look
as though you're going to be sick.
Oh, come on.
They could be anywhere.
They're still playing hide-and-seek.
Oh, don't go so fast!
Found you!
Your turn.
- Found the others yet?
- No.
Peter! Susan!
What's the matter with you two?
It's all true. Edmund
has seen it too.
There is a country you can get to through
the wardrobe. Edmund and I both got in.
It's all true. Go on,
Edmund, tell them.
Well, Ed? What's it all about?
Tell us, Edmund.
Uh Oh, yes, Lucy and I
have been playing a silly game,
pretending that her story about the
country in the wardrobe was all true.
Nonsense, of course. There's
nothing there at all really.
Oh!
What's the matter with her?
That's the worst
of these young kids.
Look here, shut up! First you're perfectly
beastly to Lucy about her wardrobe nonsense,
but now you go playing
games and setting her off again!
But it's all rubbish!
Of course it is!
That's just the point.
Lucy was perfectly all
right when we left home.
But down here she seems
to be going off her head.
Or else turning into
the most frightful liar.
Whichever it is, what good do you think you'll
do by jeering and nagging at her one minute
- and then encouraging her the next?
- But I thought
You didn't think at
all! It was just spite!
Do stop. It's not going to make things
any better having a row between you two.
Let's go to find Lucy.
I don't care what you think
and I don't care what you say!
You can tell the Professor
or you can write to Mother!
You can do anything you like!
I know I've been in there
and I know I've met a faun!
And I wish I'd stayed there! It was much
nicer there with him than it is here with you!
I don't think we
should worry Mother.
Certainly not.
Come.
Well! How nice.
Peter and Susan.
We don't mean to interrupt.
Oh, I'm always, I'm afraid,
absolutely delighted to be interrupted.
If one were never interrupted, life
would be nothing but work and study.
No fun at all.
I am at your disposal.
Pull up some chairs.
I did see him.
You know I did.
- And so we wondered if you could advise us.
- Because we don't know what to do.
Hmm.
How do you know your
sister's story is not true?
But Edmund said they'd
only been pretending.
Well, that is a point which certainly needs
consideration, very serious consideration.
But if you'll excuse
my asking the question,
does your experience lead you to regard your
brother or your sister as the more reliable?
I mean, which is
the more truthful?
Well, that's just
the funny thing, sir.
Up to now, I'd have
said Lucy every time.
- Mm?
- In general I'd say the same as Peter.
But, well, this
couldn't be true.
A magic country, and
a wood, and a faun.
Well, that is more than I know.
But a charge of lying against
somebody you have always found truthful
is a very serious thing, a
very serious thing indeed.
We were afraid it
mightn't even be lying.
We thought there must be
something wrong with her.
Madness, you mean? Oh,
make your minds easy about that.
One only has to look at her and
talk to her to know that she is not mad.
- But then
- Oh, logic!
Why don't they teach
logic at these schools!
There are only
three possibilities.
Either you're sister is one,
telling lies, or two, she is mad,
or three, she is
telling the truth.
One, you say that your sister never lies,
two, it is perfectly obvious she is not mad,
so for the moment, until
any further evidence turns up,
we must assume three
- she is telling the truth.
But how could
it be true, sir?
Why do you say that?
Well, for one
thing, if it was real,
why doesn't everybody find this country
every time they look into the wardrobe?
When we looked, there was nothing
there. Even Lucy didn't pretend there was.
What has that to do with it?
Sir, if things are real,
they are there all the time.
Are they?
But Lucy had no time
to have gone anywhere,
even if there was such a place.
She came running after us the
moment we were out of the room.
It was less than a minute but she
pretended she'd been away for hours.
That is the very thing which makes
her story most likely to be true.
If there really is a door in this
house that leads to some other world -
I must warn you, this is a very strange
house, even I know very little about it -
I would not be at all surprised if
that other world had a time of its own.
However long you stayed there, it
would never take up any of our time.
But I don't think many
girls of Lucy's age
would invent such
an idea themselves.
You mean there really could be
other worlds all over the place?
Well, nothing is more probable.
Oh, I wonder what they do
teach them at these schools.
But what are we to do?
My dear young lady, there is one
plan which no one yet has suggested,
- which is well worth trying.
- What's that?
We might all try minding
our own business.
So, no jeering, no sarcasm, we're
none of us to say a word to Lucy about it.
And in my opinion, we should all keep
away from that room and that wardrobe.
- Agreed?
- A lot of fuss about nothing.
All right, agreed.
Where did you
leave it? I don't know.
We'll go upstairs.
I have told you you are to keep out of the
way whenever I have people in the house.
Shoo!
Evacuees.
From London!
- Look out!
- What is it?
Here comes the Macready
and a whole gang of people.
Sharp's the word!
It's no good.
Come on!
Watch your step here.
Nothing for it.
There's nowhere
else to hide. Quick!
Never shut yourself
in a wardrobe, stupid!
Oh, isn't it cold in here?
Yes.
- Put these on.
- Oh, yes.
It is cold.
Hang it all, it's wet too.
What's the matter
with this place?
- Let's get out, they've gone.
- Oh!
There are trees here.
And it's getting
lighter over there.
By Jove, you're right!
This wet stuff is
Snow!
We've got into
Lucy's wood after all.
Come on!
- I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
- I am, too.
- What shall we do now?
- Go and explore the wood, of course.
- Not before you put these boots on.
- What?
They were in the wardrobe.
- But these things aren't ours.
- No.
But it is cold.
And it isn't as though we're
taking them out of the house.
We shan't even be taking
them out of the wardrobe.
I suppose that this whole
country is in the wardrobe.
Are we going the right way?
Shouldn't we be bearing a little more that
way if we're heading for the lamp post?
So you were here.
And all the time you made
out Lucy was telling lies.
Of all the poisonous
little beasts!
I'll pay you all out for this!
You pack of stuck-up
self-satisfied prigs!
Where are we going, anyway? To
see Mr. Tumnus the faun, of course.
This place is cold and damp.
It hasn't been
lived in for days.
Not since the last
time I was here.
Hang on, what's this?
- Is there a message on it?
- Yes, there is.
But I can't read
it in this light.
"The faun Tumnus is under arrest
"and awaiting trial
on a charge of
"high treason
"against Her Imperial Majesty
Jadis, Queen of Narnia"
..Chatelaine of Cair Paravel,
Empress of the Lone Islands, et cetera.
Also of comforting Her Majesty's
enemies of harboring spies
and, above all, of
fraternizing with humans!
Signed by me, Maugrim,
Captain of the Secret Police.
Long live the Queen!